I teazed him with fanciful apprehensions of unhappiness. A moth having fluttered round the candle, and burnt itself, he laid hold ...of this little incident to admonish me; saying, with a sly look, and in a solemn but quiet tone, "That creature was its own tormentor, and I believe its name was BOSWELL."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

The conqueror at least; who, ere Time rendersHis last award, will have the long grass grow...Above his burnt-out brain and sapless cinders.If I might augur, I should rate but lowTheir chances: they are too numerous, like the thirtyMock tyrants, when Rome's annals wax'd but dirty.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

There was the murdered corpse, in covert laid,And violent death in thousand shapes displayed;...The city to the soldier's rage resigned;Successless wars, and poverty behind;Ships burnt in fight, or forced on rocky shores,And the rash hunter strangled by the boars;The newborn babe by nurses overlaid;And the cook caught within the raging fire he made.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »